My Impersonation of the Spurs

This weekend I went fishing, just like the Spurs are doing now that they are NBA champs. There's few things I love more than fishing in the summer, and watching the Spurs win a title is one of them. The Spurs' titles from 1999 and 2003 were sweet, but not as sweet as 2005's. This is partly because the Spurs had to face a tough opponent this time around and mostly because it was game seven.

Also, the 1999 and 2003 titles were very lonely experiences for me. I was stuck up here with a bunch a Timberwolves fans who were either apathetic or bitter about the Finals. I watched the games by myself.

Well, this year I learned that misery loves company. A friend from high school was in town for work and had to watch games 6 and 7 with me. Clearly we both wanted to be in south Texas to celebrate the title; we felt trapped in Minneapolis. But we made the best of it, and had our own victory parade through the heart of the Longfellow, Phillips, and Uptown neighborhoods of Minneapolis.

Emily took some pictures of our celebration and posted them on her blog. Once I learn how to use Flickr to post photos, I'll put some pictures of my own up on this site.

It has been an awesome week. I finally have been able to celebrate a Spurs title with a friend who loves the Spurs as much as I do. I have talked to several old friends from high school as a result. And even though life supposedly got back to normal after the playoffs ended, I still had an ultimate escape weekend and went fishing up north.

The weather was perfect yesterday. At the watering hole near the lakes were fishing on, I had beer, fries, and a cheeseburger for lunch and then again for dinner. In between burgers, I caught about 20 fish with a friend (most of which were bass and none of which were keepers--but a northern did snap my line). And we made like an Old Milwaukee commercial in the evening drinking beer and bullshtting over a bonfire.

Maybe reality will kick in tomorrow.